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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.