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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.