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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.