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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.