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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.