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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.