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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Slits,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.