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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.