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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
DNA,
The Associates,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.