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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.