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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Names,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.