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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.