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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.