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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.