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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.