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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.