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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.