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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.