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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.