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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.