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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.