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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.