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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.