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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.