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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.