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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.