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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.