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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
the Association,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.