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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.