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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.