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 Finland 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.