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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.