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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.