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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Magma,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Brick,
Chrome,
ABC,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.