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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.