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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.