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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
10cc,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.