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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.