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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
UT,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.