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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.