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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.