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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.