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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.