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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
PIL,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.