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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.