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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.