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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.