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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.