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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.