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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.