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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.