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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.