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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Can,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.