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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.