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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.