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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.