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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.