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 Mali and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Visage,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Mars,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.