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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.