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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.