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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Index,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.