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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
cv313,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.