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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.