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 India and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.