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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.