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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.