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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.