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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.