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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.