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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.