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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
ABC,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.