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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.