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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.