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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.