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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.