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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.