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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.