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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.