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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.