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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.