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 Peru 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.