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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.