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 El Salvador 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
X-101,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.