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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.