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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.