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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.