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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.