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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Japan,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.