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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.