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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Bill Near 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.