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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.