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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.