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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.