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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.