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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.