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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.