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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.