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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.