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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.