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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.