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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.