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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.