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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.