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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
CMW,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.