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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 808 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.