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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.