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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.