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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.