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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.