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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.