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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.