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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.