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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.