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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.