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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Names,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.