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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.