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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.