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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.