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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.