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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.