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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.