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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.