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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.