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 Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.