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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.