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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.