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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Franke,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.