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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.