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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.