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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.