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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.