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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.