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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.