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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
EPMD,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Unwound,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.