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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.