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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Slave,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.