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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.