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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
New Order,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.