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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.