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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.