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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.