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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Television,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.