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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Nico,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.