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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.