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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.