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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.