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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
PIL,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.