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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Zapp,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Smog,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.