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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.