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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gories to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.