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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.