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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.