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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.