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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.