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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.