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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.