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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.