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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.