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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.