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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.