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 Spain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.