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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Ten City,
a-ha,
June Days,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.