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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.