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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Busters,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.