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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.