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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.