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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
X-101,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.