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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.