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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.