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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.