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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.