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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.