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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.