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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.