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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Organ,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.