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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.