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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Residents,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.