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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.