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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Wire,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.