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 Czech Republic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Television,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
AZ,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.