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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
ABBA,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.