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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.