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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.