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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Nas,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.