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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.