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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.