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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
World's Most,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.