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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.