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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.