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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.