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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.