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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.