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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Ossler,
Pole,
10cc,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.