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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.