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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.