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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Smog,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.