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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.