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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.