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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.