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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.