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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.