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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.