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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
ABC,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.