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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Monks,
Flipper,
DNA,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.