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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Fear,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.