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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
the Normal,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.