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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Cymande,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Litter,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.