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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.