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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.