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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.