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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.