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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.