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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.