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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.