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 France and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.