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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.