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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
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.