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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.