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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.