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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.