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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.