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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.