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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.