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 India and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.