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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.