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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Brick,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
This Heat,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.