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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Image Ltd. 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.