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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.