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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.