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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.