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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.