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 Malaysia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s 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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.