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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Can,
Roxette,
AZ,
X-101,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.