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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.