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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.