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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.