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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.