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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.