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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.