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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.