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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.