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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.