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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.