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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.