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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.