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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.