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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.