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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.