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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.