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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.