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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.