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 United States and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.