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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.