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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.