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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.