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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
PIL,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.