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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.