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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Organ,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.