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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.