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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.