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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.