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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.