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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.