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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.