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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.