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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.