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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.