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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.