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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.