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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.