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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
UT,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.