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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Can,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.