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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.