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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.