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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.