Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.