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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.