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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.