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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Saints,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.