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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
UT,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.