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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.