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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.