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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Standells 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
CMW,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.