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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Niagra to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
MDC,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.