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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Association,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Monks,
Niagra,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Faust,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.