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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.