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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.