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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.