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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.