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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.