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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.