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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.