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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.