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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.