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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.