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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.