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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.