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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Can,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.