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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
June Days,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.