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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.