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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.