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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.