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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.