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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.