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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
the Association,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
John Holt,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.