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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.