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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
10cc,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.