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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.