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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.