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 Samoa 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.