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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.