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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.