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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.