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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.