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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.