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 Mexico and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.