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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.