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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.