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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.