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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.