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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.