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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.