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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.