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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Slave to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.