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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.