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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Residents,
JFA,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.