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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.