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 France and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.