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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.