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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.