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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.