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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.