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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.