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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.