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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.