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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.