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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.