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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.