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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.