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 Benin 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 T. Rex 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.