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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.