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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.