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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.