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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.