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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.