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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.