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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Japan,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.