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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Monks,
Faust,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.