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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
a-ha,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.