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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.