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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.