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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Fall,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.