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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Skriet,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.