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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.