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 Belize 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.