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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.