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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.