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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Gong,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.