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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.