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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.