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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.