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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.