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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.