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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.