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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.