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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.