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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.