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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.