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 Albania 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Nico,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.