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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.