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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.