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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.