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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.