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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.