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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.