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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Magma,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
MDC,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.