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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.