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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.