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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.