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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Darondo,
cv313,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
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.