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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.