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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.