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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.