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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.