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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.