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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.