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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.