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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.