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 Panama 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.