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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Index,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Television,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.