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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.