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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Whodini,
World's Most,
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.