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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.