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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Magma,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.