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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Standells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.