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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.