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 Nauru and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.