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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.