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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.