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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.