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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Monks to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
the Normal,
Japan,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.