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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Television,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.