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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.