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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.