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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.