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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.