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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.