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 Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.