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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.