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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.