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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.