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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Wake to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.