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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.