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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.