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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.