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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.