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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.