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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.