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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Visage,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.