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 United States and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.