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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.