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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Camouflage,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.