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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.