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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.