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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.