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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.