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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.