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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.