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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sixth Finger 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.