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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.