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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.