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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.