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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Index,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.