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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.