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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.