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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.