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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.