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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.