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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.