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 the UAE and from New York.
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 Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.