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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.