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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Monks,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.