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 States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.