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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.