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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ossler 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.