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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.