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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.