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 Chad 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.