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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.