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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.