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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.