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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
The Names,
Suicide,
Monks,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.