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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 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 Gichy Dan 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.