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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.