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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.