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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.