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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.