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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.