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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Index,
10cc,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.