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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.