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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.