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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Symarip,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.