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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.