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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.