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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.