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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.