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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.