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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Nas,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.