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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.