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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.