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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.