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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.