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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.