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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Index,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.