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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
X-102,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.