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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.