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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Visage,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.