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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.