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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.