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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Nas,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.