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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.