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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.