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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.