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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All PIL 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.