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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
AZ,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.