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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.