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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.