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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.