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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.