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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.