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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.