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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Little Man,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Nas,
Oneida,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.