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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
PIL,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.