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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.