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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 the Human League to the disco 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.