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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.