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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.