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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.