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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.