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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.