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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.