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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.