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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
The Standells,
Magma,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.