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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
DNA,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.