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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.