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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.