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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Q65,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.