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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.