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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.