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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.