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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.