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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.